#ererirendrabble

So to fight against my author's block, I'm asking anyone to give me some Ereri/RiRen prompts that I could work with until I got my groove again. 

This drabble just spoke out to me, an HP GoF AU, where Eren's a fifth year Gryffindor student and Levi's a Durmstrang student. I wanted it like burning, and i just like the vision of Levi in furs and coats. Just ask me anything about my headcanons/prompts here, and I'll answer them!

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The morning after the Triwizard Tournament was announced, Eren, Armin and Mikasa went down to the Great Hall just in time to see the Goblet of Fire set in the middle of the room, a bright circular line drawn ten feet away, surrounding it completely. The three Gryffindors settled themselves around the tables along with their yearmates, watching the occasional student come in and submit their names.

"Wow, it's finally happening..." Armin was bright-eyed as he watched the Goblet, its fires dancing merrily, invitingly. "The Triwizard Tournament! I can't believe it's happening this year! And in Hogwarts too!" 

"A lot of people died, though..." Eren couldn't help but be drawn to it as well, blue-bell flames twinkling merrily, coaxing in his green-eyed gaze. 

"We're underage. We can't compete. That's all there is to it." Mikasa said firmly, watching the artifact with wariness as opposed to awe. "And don't think about it, Eren."

"I'm not going to, geez! We're fifteen! Like you said, we're not even allowed!" It was tempting though, Eren had to admit it to himself. If he was a little older, then maybe...

"I heard that Reiner's trying though, and he's of age..." Armin said thoughtfully, thinking of the blond two years their senior. "I hope he gets chosen. He's the favorite for Gryffindor, after all..."

"What about the other schools?" Mikasa asked, eyes trained on a Hufflepuff student putting their name in and being surrounded by friends once done, "Had any of them put their names in?"

"Well, not that we could see yet, but maybe some of them already did last night." Armin shrugged. Eren nodded. "But I've been waiting for the Durmstrang students! Especially their favorite!" 

"Who is he, again?" Mikasa asked, noticing Eren sitting up at the mention of Durmstrang, ears faintly red and looking visibly offended.

"Mikasa! He's only like, the best Seeker in the world! You watched him during the World Cup! Levi Rivaille, the French seeker! Don't you remember?!"

"Why is he in Durmstrang if he's French? Shouldn't he be in Beauxbatons?" Armin asked thoughtfully, which the two ignored.

"The midget?" Mikasa ask, unimpressed. "I thought he was older."

"He's the youngest Seeker ever to become a national player!" Eren defended, much to his own surprise. But he couldn't help it, the older teen was his idol, the reason why he got into Quidditch in the first place. "So he's really talented! He's going to be the Durmstrang champion, no doubt about it!" 

"Eren--" Whatever Mikasa wanted to say was stopped as the other students who were standing around the Goblet and chatting quieted down and made way as a small contingency of Durmstrang students passed through, with their Headmaster taking the helm.

But Eren's gaze was riveted on the person at the very front of the group, walking in with such sure, sturdy strides, aware that every gaze in the street was turned towards them.

Eren suddenly grabbed at Armin's sleeve, his heart rate spiking up. “Armin. It's them. Durmstrang's here.”

Blinking, the Hogwarts students stared at the group as they approached the middle of the hall, towards the Goblet. They were an imposing group of people, wearing their furs and thick tunics, a long-haired brunet chatting animatedly while the others were wearing politely interested expression.

There he was, at the front. Black hair, undercut, narrow eyes, sculpted jawline and cheekbones. Of course his shorter-than-average height was a noticeable dip in the group, but it didn't deter how mind-numbingly gorgeous he was up close.

It still didn’t explain why Eren's breath was stolen away.  

His tongue darted out, licking his suddenly dry lips. The group was coming up, passing through the other students with ease, close enough to hear the cheerful one-sided conversation going on.

“—So nice, we're going to participate in the Tournament! Levi, would you like a stool if you can't reach the Goblet—“

As contingent moved past them, the Durmstrang student looked to the side, gunmetal blue irises flickering towards his direction, until it rested on him.

A sudden heat filled Eren's cheeks as he blinked, resisting the urge to look behind his back.

Levi Rivaille was looking at him.

It was a split second, barely even worth a notice, but Eren felt that time slowed down, his energy and focus concentrated on that one, single moment. His breath stopped, his chest stilled, while his pulse stuttered furiously against his wrists.

The older boy’s gaze was focused, curiously intense by the Goblet's ice-blue flames, instantly making Eren want to look away. But at the same time it held Eren captive, not letting go as it lingered, even as he turned away. The group hustled by quickly, after the test of the Durmstrang students placed their names in, but Eren didn’t notice. He followed the older Quidditch player with his eyes, their connection broken only when the older boy looked forward once again.

All at once, the noise and chaos came slamming back onto him, his attention abruptly returning to Armin, who was in the middle of shaking his shoulder.

"Eren! I’ve been calling you for a while, man! What’s wrong?" Armin was visibly concerned, staring at him, and Eren physically shook himself to get rid of the sudden swirl of emotions that erupted in his chest. What… What was that? “You feeling okay? Do we need to go to the hospital wing?”

"Nah, I’m fine, Armin…" Eren said, resisting the urge to palm his chest as he stared at the back of green cloaks, unable to get the memory of pale blue-grey eyes out of his mind.